She blinks and time stops
In the fractals of a second
She sees the past and the future
In the frozen mirror glass
A thousand worlds and possibilities
She sees the story of a patriarch
The downfall of a god
And endless other tales of hope, despair, death, rebirth, pain and joy
The wall clock starts ticking,
The dream has ended,
Her spell is broken,
Yet she has seen what she needs,
And against the racing time,
And denying the drone of school,
She pulls out a piece of crumpled paper,
And writes, writes and writes

Some people don't write anymore. They improved and evolved. And also became emotionless. Creativity has bid them goodbye in smoke and compressed into stars, constellations. They just play with words. They weave them into magic.

She was one of them.
I was a writer though,
But she, she was a magician. She still is. She always has been. She always will be.

She was one of those with hazel eyes with the sun reflecting on her pupils in the corner like that bright star that glows from far in the galaxy, the brightest, a little curved as if viewed from a telescope.

She had something about herself. Something that just doesn't let her get off my mind. Something about the fragrance that followed h...

What I find here in lettrs I don’t find anywhere else in the world.
I find sanity and substance, nourishment and nuance, a quiet place that invites me to understand, more than to be understood. lettrs is the old friend who always sees the best in us.

Flying through the colours of the story of our time.We made one another happy, I was yours and you were mine. A smile here and there, a smile everywhere.

Places we travelled we made our mark.You followed me to every place: some happy and some dark.

At one point the music played but time for us stopped.I felt my heart beating, and felt yours dropped. You froze, held my face in your hands and kissed me hard.In that moment, tensions released. I let down my guard.

I trusted you...

You were my prince in shining armour saving my day.Until the time came, on a day so sad, me you betray. My heart grew cold and shattered into pieces of ice.Love was a gamble baby, and d...

~💞~
I am where I belong
The place my heart is beating for
In your arms , on your bed
Our flesh being caressed
With each other's soul
Shall we feel the warmth of hug
& The magic behind the kiss
Go beyond infinity
To Make Love deep & beautiful
Now ,
You sing lullaby
Your voice echos in mind
Making me sleep beside you
How lovely , it is to be your love
Let's be together forever
For this life 💞
@Praneeth_k3009

When you truly love yourself
you will take everything with the stride,
You will graciously accept yourself
just as you are,
without giving a damn about what people say about you.
Until that day,
take a step everyday towards loving yourself.

Writing is my escape. When there are unlimited words to read, my own thoughts are often difficult to find.
Essentially, writing separates my mind from my own reality and creates a path that takes to a journey to the person that will read it.
I am not crazy,
I just can't let my heart settle in a cage.
I was born wild and sometimes I need to write to let my chaos go away.
That is the essence of my inner freedom.
The light of the words that I choose cause the flames in yours.
And I was always willing to burn for everything that I ever loved.
Forgetting about what is polite or proper to explore into what is sincere and honest.
Let me lead you through the labyrinth of my true words.
I am...

My presence carried me. I was tasting life. Walking down the concrete aisle, amongst lampposts that shedded ephemeral light, something the dissipating night was consuming as the cold breeze floated by. The November azure was washing away and all I was truly aware of was that alongwith the passage of time I was gulping down the scenic stream of liveliness and existence. A sense of purpose poked me, right in the chest and then my indulgence in wallowing was stirred by a demand of an answer which I let it pass. I belonged to myself. I belong to me. Can none desecrate my belongingness or shame me or my puny feet that meddle in the affairs of this worldly vision or cloudy dreams....

A shadow lurks in the vicinity of my mind and at every seam that appears peering, it howls. I have traversed years and births to contain the sanity of it and I have been keeping up and doing good but the ephemeral derangement eventually finds its course back to where it had once begun. I feel like a lost poet who sincerely, but hastily, is trying to find his verses. I’m but in good and in great health.

Now, as I recite this anecdote as a raconteur, I’m soundly aware of the fact that every other being that’s awake for the night to pass is or has been going through the same. Somewhere at every aching and longing that embalms the dead purpose within, does the walker walks an...

4:20am
It's exactly a month to my birthday. (I don't know why/how that is relevant here, but well..) I was studying in the reading hall for an exam scheduled later in the afternoon. Mind you, it's pitch dark but I'm certain I heard a rooster go coo-ka-doo-coo. Sit back, hold still, grab your popcorn, here it comes- while walking back to my room there was this dog waiting outside the reading hall, and for no good reason I felt like he was there, just for me. *chuckles*
So I lightly pat his back, as I usually do to my dog-friends and got on my way. But this doggo wanted to play at 4 am in the morning. He jumped and frolicked around me as if he were challenging me to some sort of...